Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Guatemala and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Boredoms to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
D'Angelo,
Man Parrish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Selecter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kerri Chandler,
Yazoo,
the Soft Cell,
Ituana,
cv313,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Underground Resistance,
Cheater Slicks,
Parry Music,
Country Teasers,
Stetsasonic,
Talk Talk,
Sparks,
Juan Atkins,
Davy DMX,
EPMD,
Eli Mardock,
Make Up,
Pantytec,
Adolescents,
Lalann,
Easy Going,
Joey Negro,
Electric Prunes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joe Finger,
Ohio Players,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Pop Group,
Soulsonic Force,
8 Eyed Spy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Move,
Severed Heads,
The Moody Blues,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nation of Ulysses,
L. Decosne,
Wolf Eyes,
The Grass Roots,
Joe Smooth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roxette,
Young Marble Giants,
The Neon Judgement,
The Young Rascals,
Max Romeo,
LL Cool J,
The Monochrome Set,
Sister Nancy,
The Cramps,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.